“My God.” Yasmin was still whispering, this time in shocked horror as Jack watched Miles break away from Belle but he held her close to his side as he guided them their way. “He’s going to eat her alive,” Yasmin finished.
Her words were Jack’s thoughts precisely.
Jack didn’t move as Miles and Belle walked the short distance. Only his eyes cut to Belle who was looking at Yasmin then she looked away not even sparing Jack a glance.
“Jack!” Miles greeted him with a handshake even though this was rude. Any gentleman knew he should greet Yasmin first.
However, he wouldn’t have called Belle’s attention immediately to Jack if he had demonstrated good manners.
And called it he did. Jack watched as her head moved and she lifted her eyes to him.
Fifteen feet away, Jack thought she was a knockout.
Two feet away, her stormy grey eyes on his, she was phenomenal.
“Belle, I’d like you to meet my brother, James Bennett. And his girlfriend, Yasmin Delacourt,” Miles introduced them.
She lifted her hand for him to shake rather than her cheek for him to kiss.
For some reason this irritated Jack to an irrational extreme. Such an extreme, it brought him to the point of action.
Therefore, when his hand closed around hers, it did it powerfully and he used it to pull her closer to his body. Taken by surprise, she came up to her toes then over, moving toward him and lifting her hand at the last minute, bracing herself by resting the champagne glass she held against his arm.
He put his other hand, which also still held his glass, to her waist and he bent his head. He brushed his lips against her cheek at the same time he smelled her subtle, complex perfume. Instead of releasing her and letting her pull away, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
“Belle,” he murmured.
“James,” she murmured back, her eyes caught on his for the briefest second before they moved over his shoulder, her hand tugging at his, her body tense and trying to move away.
“Jack,” he corrected, his hand in hers pulling her closer, his other hand curving slightly around her back so she was, effectively, in the circle of his arm. Their hands held between their bodies, her br**sts nearly, but not quite, close enough to brush his chest.
Her remarkable eyes skittered back to his.
“I beg your pardon?” she whispered.
“My friends call me Jack,” he told her softly.
Her eyes grew slightly wider and her mouth parted deliciously when she breathed, “Oh.”
His eyes locked on her lips.
With an intensity that startled him, Jack felt the urge to kiss her. This urge was so intense, his hands on her actually tensed as if to pull her closer just as she leaned in slightly. His gaze moved to hers and he saw she was also staring at his mouth, her face soft, her eyelids heavy, her desire to be kissed was written on her features in unconcealed temptation.
Good f**king God, he thought right before she was pulled away by Miles and Jack lost hold of her.
Miles positioned her firmly and pointedly at his side.
This sudden movement surprised her and her head came up, her expression cleared of desire and she looked charmingly cross for a moment before she was able to control it.
This almost made Jack laugh, however the scheming yet annoyed look Jack caught on Miles’s face wiped away all thoughts of laughter.
Belle’s head turned to Yasmin and she smiled a small smile before she pulled away from Miles to kiss Yasmin’s cheek.
“Yasmin,” she mumbled.
“I’m not Jack’s girlfriend, you know,” Yasmin announced, apropos of nothing, instead of greeting Belle in return.
“You’re not?” Belle asked, her voice quiet.